It was raining in Gotham like almost every night. Bat-man or Bruce Wayne when the mask is off was perched on a building watching over the city. He scoffed at the rich taking out their young trophy wives and mistresses. He was going to make them pay. The rain started to get worse and he thought back to them. Bruce remembered them well when they were young but now they were different. Running a company he lumped them into the rich bastard category. That wasn’t the case. Not really but Bruce didn’t know that. How could he, you were his rival. Not an ally not anymore to him.